How could I formulate these hieroglyphics?
My mind is of the void - Never following form.
Mind like an eccentric, Soul like a vagrant!
I pass idle through your ruinous cities..
Stories of old, from the mountain told.
I don't expect you to understand..
I don't understand the future you expect.

Acceptance of the outsider is called expansion.

I have a temple outside of the town-
The grass bows down to the wind;
While the trees tell washing songs of old!
¡Junipers and butterflies, glitter oceans, infinite skies!
This is my last solemn prayer to this world of magic.